BtVSSG1 (immediately after 'Chosen') There are now hundreds of new slayers, and Buffy discovers that her destiny as the only Chosen One may be over -- but her destiny is still far from complete...even if it means her death...

A/N: If you've read
my other stuff you're probably thinking --- why in the hell is she starting yet
another story, she can't keep the ones she's got now updated. Is this because I have lost my job and have
a lot of free time? No. I am coming close to finishing one of my
other stories? No. So I can get some bloody sleep at night
without having this story replaying over and over in my mind? Yes!

Summary: Instead of
One, there are thousands of Slayers throughout the world – but is it Buffy's
destiny as the Chosen One over with, or is her destiny still incomplete? And what if death is the price for this
destiny?

Disclaimer --
::sighs:: I would love to say
that I own Buffy (less prissy Buffy, more kickass Buffy) and the next season of
Stargate would start already ::shakes angry fist:: But, sadly, I don't – so quit rubbing it in my face!

Prologue

Below her, Willow Rosenburg could hear the battle raging on
between the Potentials and the First's army.
She only hoped that Buffy was still alive, and that there were enough
Potentials left for this to make a difference.
Willow held the Scythe in her hand and began to chant.

The power flowed through Willow, and in that moment she felt
connected to every potential…no, Slayer, on Earth. She felt the smile tug on her lips as she
watched the oncoming pitch; the rush of adrenaline as the sudden power rushed
through her body.

But being only mortal, no matter how powerful, the witch couldn't
remember every Slayer.

So amongst the immediate need of survival, she forgot about
some of the visions.

Like a new slayer being beaten by her father, too afraid to
use her new power. Or another lying
shivering amongst the garbage in an alley – a knife clutched tightly in her
hands, hoping that tonight she would be able to sleep. And another girl watching wanna-be parents
gather around the cute younger children, as she and the other older children
gathered together – knowing that they would never leave the orphanage with a
family.

Instead, the witch gathered with her friends at the edge of
the crater that once was Sunnydale; the place where they had loved and lost,
died and lived, and had both been their home and prison. The only thoughts filling her mind were
those of victory, relief, and sadness.

Buffy Summers, the former Chosen One, stood at the edge and
looked out. Behind, she heard someone
ask, "What do you want to do now?"

A grin spread across her face.

What do I want to do now?

It had been a long time since she had been able to ask
herself that question – and know that she had the opportunity to answer
it. In that moment, as a Slayer,
Buffy's future seemed as wide and free as the crater in front of her. The feeling of freedom dimmed slightly as
she felt a pain grow in her abdomen.
Glancing down, blood soaked through the front of her shirt – the wound
she had received while fighting the First began to bleed.

The strength she had gained while holding the Scythe seemed to
flow out with the blood, and Buffy slowly slid to the ground. Dimly, she could hear voices calling her
name, but they all faded as the darkness filled her mind.

Only a single voice remained.

A moment before the darkness took her the Slayer recognized
the voice.

You think you know what is to come? You have only just begun.

TBC

A/N: you know the
drill, tell me what you think

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